This has been on my mind for awhile.
I am doing better...but what I really need isn't happening.
I'm tired of being patient...I'm tired of being alone.
I need physical contact...and soon. I'm going to explode.
I'm saving up to buy a car so I can get out of my town. Gay folks are invisible here...and I'm not about to go to a bar locally to meet them. That's a bad idea for me.
I live a couple hours away from a few big (well, bigger than where I live
) cities...and I would like to join an organization simply to meet other people like me. I figure that if I get involved I have a good chance of
at least making some friends.
I'm willing to make the drive at least every other week to do this.
I've been thinking about terminating my therapy. Life still isn't roses, but I am doing better. I think I've gotten pretty much all I can out of it for now. The rest is up to me--that's the scary part. But I have to start somewhere and the sooner I wean myself off of this support the better I'll be able to stand on my feet.
I like talking to my therapist...the problem isn't her.
I think I've done all I can with therapy at this point. I need to get out into the real world. I don't want to stay trapped here.
I am a big believer in doing therapy when one needs to. I'm not sure when I'll end therapy, but I'm going to bring up the issue at my next session. I'll talk about it first before making a decision.
